Among every living thing
A scorching fire
flows underneath
Everything goes as planned as our planes rise
The artillary hatches shut
A revolution of victory
Nothing to be seen, nothing to be heard
nothing, nothing, nothing

Among every living thing
The same crimson-colored blood
Flows from their chests
I grasp the joystick without any strength
And though I yell back
No one answers
The moon in the distance vanishes in the mist
as does my mother, as does my father, as do my friends, as do you

Among every living thing
The same crimson-colored blood flows
bringing forth life
No matter what justice we wave above us
The flow of crimson blood
cannot be stopped
I had a dream, a long dream
a long dream, a long dream